This is a song about "Hear lines"

Your bars are nursery rhymes,kindergarten lines

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Spittin written and forbidden lines

Worked all night to fit these into lines

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

I'm rewriting my lines maybe

Yeah, it's all natural baby

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Sometimes i find the epicentre of my lines

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

If my mom could hear these lines i'd tell her i'm so sorry

Just to make it in this broadway lights

"my flows can be employed in my lines

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Hear them talkin but i hear is lies